Original Contemporary Poetry about the Human Condition

To Whom It May Concern | A Poem by Jasmina Tacheva

I thought I knew the (b)order(s) the same routine each day & then you came a metal rod in the heart of this illusion you brought the deadly mechanism to a stop your atonality is so seductive – like schoenberg or matisse you despise the fake harmony of life – you – the disruptor of (b)order(s) I hope you’re more sane than hoelderlin friendlier than sartre but I guess it doesn’t matter there are no borders left to fight you’re already in my heart.